(A work in progress)
Pray for him, she said
Your baba,
Don't forget-
Pray for him
Everyday, she said
Everyday
Our small palms together
Our humble knees on the floor
We scrunched up our eyes
Believing, always believing
That our supplications and negotiations
Held the power of change
But the gods
of absentees and might-have-beens,
of fools and drunkards, and
the gods of small children
must have been busy
because papa never came back home.
Copyright ©, N.L., 2010
8 comments:
I like it - alot. Hope to see the rest of it/modified version or whichever way it pans out, work in progress that it is.
its a great poem
ut you may never know, baba is on his way back home....and he'll get there someday
its a great poem
ut you may never know, baba is on his way back home....and he'll get there someday
its a great poem
ut you may never know, baba is on his way back home....and he'll get there someday
Hey N.L.,
loving your work, looking for you. I wonder whether you would be interested in a literary journal publishing a few of your poems? Please write me as soon as you can.
Ngwatilo
beautiful....great cry..well done...
Ngwatilo (Mawiyo?)! Can't seem to be to access your website (neither Keletu nor ngwatilo.com seem to be working) but do let me know how I can reach you. Very interested...
Thank you Lioness, Marc Jaclyn and Wanjira!
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